Fluke
1 journaler for this copy...
Journal Entry 1 by purplerosebud from Petersfield, Hampshire United Kingdom on Friday, November 11, 2005
Cover picture different in this edition.
He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define, but somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he once had been a man.....
He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define, but somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he once had been a man.....
Journal Entry 2 by purplerosebud from Petersfield, Hampshire United Kingdom on Friday, November 11, 2005
This is an unusual book and not my usual type of story but read on a recommendation. I found it a bit slow to start but then the story caught me and I wanted to know just how it was going to end. At times quite funny, it was amusing to read it through a dogs mind. The end surprised me, not as I had imagined.
I am now going to pass this on to saucysam76 who recommended it to me so that she can read it again.
I am now going to pass this on to saucysam76 who recommended it to me so that she can read it again.
